Water Waves

Having spent the last 8 days in the Pacific, I've spent a lot of time around water. There have been a couple of days with mist or light rain, but it was quickly passing. Our house on the oceanfront has a stone wall separating us from the beach. We have to climb down a ladder and onto stone steps in order to get onto the beach and into the water.

I am a wave-watcher. I love to sit and look at the waves, and see what the ebb and flow is like. I sat on the stone steps one day this week, with my toes touching the water. Some of the waves came in gently. Others came in regular rolls. Some crashed in and took my by surprise as my legs and/or arms got wet. Water has so much power to form.

I sat looking at those rocks, and thought about their shape. They weren't always that way. For many years, those water waves have come, lapping at the edges, crashing against and over, reshaping and reforming the rock into new creation.

That's the beauty of the gray area of God's grace. It may come in mist, a downpour, a gentle wave, or a crash. But no matter the form, it is relentless. It pursues us, seeking to shape us and mold us into new creations ourselves. And, like those waves crashing over the rocks, even if we tried to get away from those waves of grace, we cannot. God's love is so infinite, so all-encompassing, that we will eventually be overcome by the sheer beauty and power of God's grace.